Like steel the winter cold does bite
The grief and hurt it sends.
Life's battle still wages on
And know this; it never ends.
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But in between the strikes and blows
There'll always be tranquility.
A peaceful time when one can rest
To see this earth as it can be.
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So what will we do when it starts again
Like we knew it would.
Who will turn and run away?
Who will fight like we all should?
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As menacing shadows creep upon us
The evil that men's hearts hath made.
Forcing a hero in our midst
To rise up and unsheath his blade.
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The journey that one will embark
Musnt be unsung.
In ourselves those honest deeds
Can live and echo on.
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And the little people hiding
Shall hide as they grow older.
Watching and envying
The bold as they grow bolder.
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But centuries will go and pass
And in another age
Many minds shall have forgotton
Save a lonely wand'ring sage.
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So here am I, a teller of tales
A weaver of stories strung.
I hear your cries and vow to you
Ye shall now go unsung.